Cowgirl, Interrupted

You can feel

the bumpy rhythm

of the carousel horse

in your teeth

her low moan

in your clavicle

Giddyap sister

let’s bust these poles

& skedaddle

Out beyond

the grassy sighs

of home

to wide open hollers

sprinkled with a few

frustrated hearts

You are

so delicious

get along, little--

50 words for Mama Zen on the subject of HUNGER